1. أَمينَةُ يا بِنتِيَ الغالِيَه

    أُهَنّيكِ بِالسَنَةِ الثانِيَه

    Amina, my dear daughter

    I congratulate you on your second year

  2. وَأَسأَلُ أَن تَسلَمي لي السِنينَ

    وَأَن تُرزَقي العَقلَ وَالعافِيَه

    And I ask that you live long years for me

    And that you be granted wisdom and wellness

  3. وَأَن تُقسَمي لِأَبَرِّ الرِجالِ

    وَأَن تَلِدي الأَنفُسَ العالِيَه

    And that you are destined for the best of men

    And that you give birth to noble souls

  4. وَلَكِن سَأَلتُكِ بِالوالِدَينِ

    وَناشَدتُكِ اللُعَبَ الغالِيَه

    But I asked you for the sake of your parents

    And implored you for the sake of your precious toys

  5. أَتَدرينَ ما مَرَّ مِن حادِثٍ

    وَما كانَ في السَنَةِ الماضِيَه

    Do you know what has happened of events

    And what was in the past year

  6. وَكَم بُلتِ في حُلَلٍ مِن حَريرٍ

    وَكَم قَد كَسَرتِ مِنَ الآنِيَه

    And how many silk dresses were worn out on you

    And how many pots you have broken

  7. وَكَم سَهَرَت في رِضاكِ الجُفونُ

    وَأَنتِ عَلى غَضَبٍ غافِيَه

    And how many nights the eyelids were sleepless for your consent

    While you were sleeping angrily

  8. وَكَم قَد خَلَت مِن أَبيكِ الجُيوبُ

    وَلَيسَت جُيوبُكِ بِالخالِيَه

    And how empty your father's pockets have become

    While yours are not empty

  9. وَكَم قَد شَكا المُرَّ مِن عَيشِهِ

    وَأَنتِ وَحَلواكِ في ناحِيَه

    And how many sick have complained of their living

    While you and your sweets are in a corner

  10. وَكَم قَد مَرِضتِ فَأَسقَمتِهِ

    وَقُمتِ فَكُنتِ لَهُ شافِيَه

    And how often you fell ill and made him ill

    And you stood up and were a healer for him

  11. وَيَضحَكُ إِن جِئتِهِ تَضحَكينَ

    وَيَبكي إِذا جِئتِهِ باكِيَه

    He laughs if you come to him laughing

    And cries if you come to him crying

  12. وَمِن عَجَبٍ مَرَّتِ الحادِثاتُ

    وَأَنتِ لِأَحدَثِها ناسِيَه

    And it is amazing how events have passed

    While you are oblivious to the latest of them

  13. فَلَو حَسَدَت مُهجَةٌ وُلدَها

    حَسَدتُكِ مِن طِفلَةٍ لاهِيَه

    If a mother envied her child

    She would envy you, a carefree toddler